Checking my internal panic level, I realize that although there’s still a low level of fear of losing her, the clawing anxiety that I’ve been living with isn’t there. After a long pause, I realize that the new sexual dynamic we’re exploring, her happiness, and my decision to put my baby in her has calmed me.
My wife isn’t going to leave me, and not just because I won’t ever give her the opportunity, but because she loves me, and soon, she’ll be pregnant with our first child. I’ll always be the lock on her cage, but just because she’s not the same person she was at sixteen doesn’t mean that we don’t still fit perfectly together.
The morning drags as I count down the hours until I can go home to her. I always miss her when we’re not together, but after my realization, I’m craving her in every way. Driving faster than I should, I skid to a stop in the driveway and march determinedly through the front door, scanning the kitchen and den before I find my wife sitting on the patio, her laptop on her lap, earbuds in her ears.
My dick is pulsing and hard, desperate for release, but instead of ripping her sundress off of her, I crawl between her legs, shove her underwear to the side and feast on her cunt, licking, sucking and fucking her with my fingers, until her hips start to jerk and her laptop falls to the floor with a clatter.
When she comes, her thighs clamp around my head, and she wails my name, long and low and full of abandon. As her arousal floods my mouth, I finally exhale, wiping my chin with the back of my hand as I climb out from between her legs, sitting down on the couch beside her.
“What the fuck was that?” she pants, her legs splayed, her cheeks pink, her chest heaving.
“I was hungry,” I tell her, closing my eyes and tipping my head back into the warm sunshine, a smug grin tugging at the corners of my lips.
My grin widens when she doesn’t speak. “How much more school stuff do you have left to do?”
“I have another lecture to watch, then I plan to do a little bit more on the outline for the assignment that’s due next week.”
“Okay, Little Bird. I’ll leave you to your work,” I tell her, pushing out of the seat, retrieving her laptop, and placing it back on her lap before I walk away, heading upstairs to our room.
The rest of the week is blissful. I wake up rested, never doubting that Starling will be beside me. I go to work and concentrate on learning more about the business, then come home to my wife. I rarely last longer than five minutes before I force my dick into her mouth, feast on her cunt, or bend her over and fuck her until she’s dripping with my cum.
The more unapologetically I take from her body, the more relaxed we both seem to get. I doubt I’ll ever stop checking her tracker, but it’s not my first thought the moment she’s out of my sight. The filthier the sex, the more willing I am to allow her the freedom she needs to not feel like a prisoner, and the more she behaves like both my little bird and my little whore, the happier we both are.
“Be quiet,” I growl into her ear, covering her mouth with my palm as I push a second finger into her ass. “There’s no point in pretending that you don’t love my fingers in this tight little asshole. I feel the way you push back into me, begging to be stretched and fucked. My little whore is desperate to take a load of my cum in this tight hole, but I won’t give it to you until you beg me for it.”
My cock is buried in her cunt, but I’m not moving, and I’m refusing to allow her to move either while I finger fuck her ass.
“You’re going to come for me like the little anal whore that you are. You’ll come from my fingers fucking your ass, or you won’t come at all,” I tell her, feeling her body tighten at my demanding threat.
A muffled whine bursts from her mouth, and I tighten my grip on her face, scissoring my fingers in her ass before I slip them halfway out, then push them into her again. More whiningand moaning comes from her as she tries to push back onto my cock, searching for the friction to orgasm.
Dragging my fingers from her ass, I spank her ass cheek hard before pushing two fingers back inside of her, admiring the quickly reddening handprint I just left on her skin.
A long, low grunt comes from her as her body stiffens, her entire core tightening before she orgasms. Instead of the way her body usually reacts, her pleasure seems to roll through her in long waves that make her tense until she shudders, only to clench tight again a second later. Before her body starts to settle, I roll my hips, grinding my dick in and out of her pussy while I keep my fingers deep in her ass.
More feral, animalistic noises fall from her as I pull my hand from her mouth and use it to hold her hip, rutting into her until my cum literally bursts from my dick, pumping inside of her in long, hot spurts that seem to go on forever.
“Jesus, what the hell was that?” Starling rasps as I slip my fingers and dick from inside of her and slap my palm against her ass cheek before I step away, leaving my beautiful wife spread out over the kitchen counter, my cum dripping from her puffy pussy.
“I missed you,” I tell her, stepping around her to grab two bottles of water from the refrigerator.
“I missed you too,” she says, through panted breaths, slowly pushing herself up from the counter and attempting to smooth down the back of her skirt. “Urgh, I need to clean up.”
“No,” I snarl.
“I’m…dripping,” she says with a grimace.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Sebastian, I can’t just walk around the house with your cum sliding down my fucking thighs.”
“You can and you will,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes at her in warning.
“Fuck you, you’re being unreasonable. I’m going to have a shower.”
Throwing out an arm, I block her path. “Don’t push me on this, Little Bird. Your body is mine, and I’m not done with it yet. You don’t shower until I tell you that you can.”
Her eyes heat, then spark with rage and desire and something else that I can’t decipher.
